You waste your timeThink too muchReally make a messOf the things you touchPoor little birdWith a broken wingBetter look around nowYou know your losing everythingIt's just a gameThought you had it all lined upBut somehow that's changedNow you'll have to runAnd not get caughtAnd you'll have to hideIf you like it or notThen you'll have toTrust yourselfAnd don't believe in anymore lies

Someday soonAnd it won't be longYou'll ring the bellBut they'll all be goneThey took your jewelsAnd your statues tooLeft you with a pile of thingsYou never learned how to useWell here it comes againYou showed us where it all beganWell here's where it ends